Tempest

We were lost in lost places    
Angry little dust devils kicked up in a field      
Ah, the vortex elliptic which sweeps us away      
Spiraling      
Words without thought      
Passion without meaning      
Just devil children let out to play      
      
Should I bring you riot red gifts 'neath cloud banked skies      
Would you dance windswept fields with your hair undone      
Or would you run - or would I      
Elementals      
Freed of meanings      
Alive and just being      
Always seeing you in the posed stillness I would hold forever      
If only in my mind...but even dreams change with time      
Always streamers      
Streaming cloth, streaming ribbons      
streams convergent, streams of time      
Water streaming from your hair      
Emerged from the river 'mid bulrush and lilies      
Downward      
As waters are wont to flow      
Rivulets caressing...      
The sheen, sunlight glistens      
As do my thoughts, slick, wet as you      
Breath like mist rising o'er your field of dew      
Ripe, rolling      
Drawing the eye to follow your streaming      
The wind song      
Dreaming      
     
Old things, timesless, forgotten, more ruin than rustic      
Cottage, ivy covered, orange clay tiled roof      
Paint faded and peeling, sunlit pools      
On old wooden floors, pine golden      
Through windows, warm bathing darkness thick brooding      
You move in shadows      
Silhouttes      
Feeling your breathe      
Warm in the nearness of wisp - captured moments      
Held like sands or the sea, slipping away      
Primal in your being      
The glare on the window diffusing the sky      
     
Unleash that moment in time      
Universe - sun, moon, and stars eclipsed      
Barren sky turned to black      
Dance naked 'neath ebony      
Shackles forgot      
In the raw waking of life      
Your body river-like fire in my hands      
Molten      
Consuming      
Let me melt into you      
Pagan to all I know and believe      
 
Burn it down      
     
Free me from constraInt, right and wrong      
Free to breath, free to be      
Lost in lost places      
Nostrils flaring, circling nearer     
Your scent betrays the essence of your need      
The essential elixar      
The distillation of desire      
     
Honey drips      
     
To what gods have you prayed if I'm the answer      
Or is it the old ones      
Spirits of wood and of stone, the field and the stream      
Reverenced you these, then kneel or bow  
Or lie prostrate before me, spread heaven open to my greed      
I'll plant no flowers there, bearings lost      
The crush, the bruise, madness thick and raw      
Rough grappling willing flesh      
In gasps      
Yielding to my carnal wrath      
Scattering soft thought feelings to the winds      
Alien to all you inspire in me      
     
I want to hear the pre-cum of your whimper ragged breath      
Swearing the needs of a bitch in heat      
Swearing at me, swearing for me      
Swearing at the pounding that's taking your breath      
Making you gasp      
Swearing above my growl      
Rage feral, sweat soaked slick, body around me coiled      
Rage the bull - nail rake my skin      
Dig in, make me bleed      
Let me feel your bite      
You want me, fight for me      
Every inch    
     
You move, you pose, you flirt      
You sowed the storm      
Cum, reap the whirlwind      
Are you woman enough to make me feel like a man      
Answer my wants, my deepest desires      
Where does your imagination lead      
Sometimes daddy needs a whore      
Not a tease or a China doll princess      
I breath fire, toys break      
I don't need a bed with soft sheets      
Just need to jack that money maker up  
Right here, right now      
You'll know the hands that held you wrists      
Held your throat, your eyes blazing    
I'm not the only one be bearing a mark      
Sometimes love's war      
Get ready to wrestle with my desires      
I want to feel you fight before you surrender in my arms